SEW ME UP (HERMIONE)

[sirius]

As much as Sirius loved hi 1960s vintage leather jacket, and he loved that thing like it was a human being, he was going to need more clothing than that, a Sex Pistols t-shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans if he was going to be in Terra for a while. Of course, Sirius would have preferred just going to a second hand store or other various muggle shops for clothing, but seeing as he didn’t have that option in Terra he was going to have to go to the tailor. The last time Sirius had been to such a place was when he was new school robes for his sixth year at Hogwarts. He never much liked standing there with his arms out like he was expecting a hug from someone that would never show up and it was near impossible for him to stand still so he was always poked with pins. His past experiences had made him less than a fan of tailors.

Sirius walked to the tailor; he would have DROVE there, but he had been transported to Terra without his beloved motorcycle! He missed his motorcycle so much to the point where he was becoming spiteful toward his own feet. Stupid feet, making me able to walk, fuck you and your doc martins, he thought. Yeah, he could have apparated there, but no where in Terra was far away enough to make apparation necessary. And he didn’t know the occupants of Terra well enough to know how people would react to him suddenly appeared outside the tailor’s shop. So, walking it was!

Although he hadn’t been in Terra for long, he’d pretty much come to terms with his situation. Yeah, he’d been taken at a pretty critical time with his best friend’s family in danger, but he trusted the others that were looking after the Potters. . . for the most part. Peter was trust worthy enough, at least he hadn’t done anything to prove otherwise. Remus, on the other hand, was acting stranger and stranger. Sirius knew he hadn’t been a good idea for Dumbledore to try and have Remus mix with the Werewolves that were working with Voldemort. Moony was just to fragile for that. He would feel a lot better if James and Lily had been so bloody stubborn and just let Dumbledore be secret keeper. Well, it seemed like he didn’t have much of a choice other than to trust them; it wasn’t as if he could do anything from Terra. The war was just becoming more and more straining on him physically and emotionally so he tired to think of being in Terra as a holiday of sorts. A beach with lots of half naked muggle woman would have been much more preferred than an island with random individuals on it, but beggars can’t be choosers! He just wished he had his motorcycle with him or maybe even a goldfish or something.

As Sirius approached the tailor’s he had to bitterly admit that his motorcycle would have been a bit impractical; it really hadn’t taken him that long to walk there. He went inside the shop and took a look around; there was tons and fabric, thread, and other things that probably had to do with making clothing that Sirius just didn’t know the names of. A middle aged man popped out from behind piles of fabric and nearly scared the shit out of Sirius.

“GA! Y-you sure do sneak around,” said Sirius, his voice sounding mildly startled. The tailor only smiled and asked what Sirius needed. “Well, um, I need, um,” of course he’s spent more time thinking about what was going on at home rather than what clothing he was going to need! “oh! Um, I’ll need some t-shirts, like maybe gray one with a v-neck and um, can you do some t-shirts with muggle bands on them like the Ramones or The Clash? Oh! I saw this muggle walking around with white t-shirt with the Beatles Revolver album cover on it.” Over the past few years, Sirius had gotten into muggle music; it was a good way for him to relax during all the fighting. “Um, a couple of pairs of fitted jeans in different colors like blues and black, I can rip them my self if I want. And I want the red jacket that James Dean wore! And maybe some more leather jackets like this one.” He gestured toward the jacket he was wearing. The man nodded and walked away to do his work, leaving Sirius standing alone awkwardly.

[hermione]

Being in a new place, Hermione felt that she had to get things straightened out as quickly as possible. A girl such as herself needed to have a plan, a goal, a constant list of things to do. At school, she had always had a running list of goals and to-dos that she checked and was constantly updating and reevaluated. It wasn’t that she had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder or anything; she just liked to keep her life organized. And so as soon as Hermione had resigned herself to life in Terra (although she wasn’t truly convinced that it was all real yet), she accepted that she would have to live her life here the best way she knew how; and it started with making a list. She needed a place to live, so she found herself an apartment. She spent a good few hours walking around the town, acquainting herself with the new surroundings. Next, the bookworm spent some time in the library, and was awed to find that every book she could imagine could be found there. Literally everything. After that revelation, Hermione decided to take out Hogwarts: a History, because it would comfort her from the fact that she was so far away from home. So far away from the things she loved. It was the little things like that—a favorite book—that made the scariest, most foreign place feel a little more normal and hopeful. It would help if she could see a friendly face or two as well, but Hermione was not getting her hopes up for that.

Lastly, Hermione needed to go to the tailor’s to have some clothes made for her. To be completely honest, Miss Granger was least excited about this task. At school, she had always had a uniform, both in primary school and at Hogwarts. She had liked the uniform policy—it made everyone the same. No one had nice clothes, a better sense of style. Everyone was equal in appearance, for the most part. Sure you had girls like Lavender who would put a ribbon in her hair, or boys like Ron whose clothes were too small because they had been handed down to him. But for the most part, it was more equal than the alternative of wearing anything. In the summer, Hermione was always either vacationing with her family or curled up at home reading, so it had never really mattered what she was wearing. She had no idea what to tell a tailor about what she wanted to wear. But she would have to come up with something. Hermione only planned on getting four or five outfits made—she hoped that she would be able to find a way back home well before she needed to find herself a whole wardrobe or anything. As she walked down the road, getting closer to the tailor’s shop, she looked down at her simple black flats. She was perfectly happy with them, and glad that they had been on her feet when she got transported. They were versatile and comfortable. Her robes, on the other hand, were a bit of an issue. It wasn’t that they weren’t comfortable—she was perfectly used to them. However, they weren’t normal to all the other people in Terra. Everyone seemed to be walking around in plain muggle clothing, and she stood out quite a bit. So some muggle clothing it would be.

Finally, Hermione got to the store. She looked around for a minute, hoping to find someone who could help her. Shortly, she was approached by a quiet older man, who immediately began looking her over and taking her measurements. As he did, she quietly and precisely explained what it was that she wanted. “Well, if you could, I would like three pairs of fitted but comfortable jeans, and two pairs of full length black leggings. I would also like a red and yellow striped tee shirt, and a tee shirt with the Hogwarts’ Crest on it if that is available. A golden long sleeve shirt would be wonderful. Then I would like a long grey tunic and a long purple tunic, both to be worn over the leggings, so they need to be long enough to cover my bum. Lastly, I’d like a simple black cardigan and a brown leather jacket. I hope that’s not too much work for you!” The man didn’t say much. He nodded and walked away, leaving Hermione assuming that he would be capable of making all of it. She wondered momentarily whether or not she would be expected to pay for all of these things; she had some gallons on her but was that money going to be accepted here? Well, hopefully it would be. She decided to wander around until they tailor came back with some information. She realized quickly that someone else was on the other side of the store—a young man with a scruffy look to him. Curious to meet someone here in this new town, she approached him with a smile. As she got closer however, she felt a pang of shock: she recognized the face in front of her. Sirius Black. A young Sirius Black, but him for sure. She recognized his smirk and the twinkle in his eye. Her hand shot up to her mouth and tears sprang to her eyes. “Sirius?” she whispered, her voice shaking. The last time she had seen him, he had been falling through a curtain, to his death. “Is it really you?”

tagged;; SERIOUSLY BLACK?!
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notes;; Well hello muse!!

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[sirius]

The shop had one of those annoying bells above the door that jingled when someone walked it and well, someone walked in and that bell jingled, catching Sirius’ attention. It was a girl- no, it was the type of girl that Sirius liked, you know, the pretty type. Well, he could at least tell that her face was pretty; her robes hid the rest of her body. For a moment, Sirius didn’t see anything special about this because he was from a wizarding world where most of the people wore robes all the time. Then, he remembered that he was in Terra where wizards were not that common. And there was something else that wasn’t so average about his girl either; Ok, so how could a girl walk into that shop and not immediately notice Sirius?!! This rarely happened to him! He was almost offended! What did Sirius have to do to get a girl to notice him? Take off his shirt in the middle of the shop? Something about that seemed inappropriate, even for Sirius. Well, anyway, the girl was ordered something with a Hogwarts crest on it so that definitely got his attention right away. Should he recognize her from school? Because he definitely didn’t and he liked to think he knew the faces of all the girls he went to school with. She looked younger than him so it was entirely possible that she was a few years behind him and that’s why he didn’t recognize her.

Sirius sniffed at the air; he loved how girls smell, well most of them. Plus maybe her scent was familiar even if her face wasn’t. One of the side effects of turning into a dog on a regular basis was a slightly heightened sense of smell in his human form, as well as having his facial hair grow abnormally fast. Seriously though; when he was fifteen he got served alcohol in pubs because the barman assumed he had to be over twenty. Anyway, this girl smelled like… well, she didn’t really smell like anything specific. She just smelled clean, like soap or something, which was pleasant enough. Sirius sniffed more; there was another scent there. . . something familiar… like musky and papery. . . The chick smelled like books! Well, it wasn’t the worst scent he’d ever gotten off a woman. It wasn’t a complete turn off at least.

Finally, the girl notices him! Of course, Sirius has to play it cool like he hasn’t noticed her yet; girls are more intrigued that way. But. . . it normally didn’t make them cry! Except for this one girl he want to school with named Lucy Arbox who was completely obsessed with him, but this was completely different; Sirius didn’t know this girl. And the whole situation was only made weirder by the face that she knew his name. What the fuck? Sirius looked behind as if there could be some other guy named Sirius standing behind him.

“Y-yeah. . . last time I checked. . . “ he said awkwardly, “ummm, d-do I know you? Are you sure I’m the right ‘Sirius’?” There were people from all kinds of different worlds and times, was it really practical to think that this mystery woman knew him? Unless. . . “WAIT. I didn’t get black out drunk at the Hogshead and get you pregnant did I?!?!” Oh GOD, he knew that something had to have gone wrong that night! He was way too drunk and having way too good a time, well . . . at least from what he could remember. Did he meet someone that night? Ga! He couldn’t remember! Of course, with his luck he would run into his baby-mama in some random other world. OF COURSE.